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Coal Miners Daughter

Höfundur lags: Loretta Lynn Flytjandi: Loretta Lynn Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]Well I was born a [F]coal miner's [C]daughter
In a cabin on a [D7]hill in Butcher [G7]Holler
We were [C]poor but we had love
That's the [F]one thing that daddy made [C]sure of
He shoveled coal to [G7]make a poor man's [C]dollar

My daddy worked all [F]night in the family [C]coal mine
All day long in the [D7]field a-hoin' [G7]corn   
Mommy [C]rocked the babies at night
Read the [F]Bible by the coal oil [C]light
And everything would start all [G7]over come break of [C]morn'

Daddy loved and raised eight [F]kids on a miner's [C]pay  
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a [D7]washboard every [G7]day   
I've [C]seen her fingers bleed
To com[F]plain there was no [C]need
She'd smile in Mommy's [G7]understanding [C]way  

In the summertime we [F]didn't have shoes to [C]wear
But in the winter time we'd [D7]all get a brand new [G7]pair   
From a [C]mail order catalog
Money [F]made from sellin' a [C]hog  
Daddy always managed to [G7]get the money [C]somewhere

Yeah I'm proud to be a [F]coal miner's [C]daughter
I remember well the [D7]well where I drew [G7]water
The [C]work we done was hard
At night we'd [F]sleep 'cause we were [C]tired
I never thought I'd [G7]ever leave Butcher [C]Holler

Well a lot of things have [F]changed since way back [C]then
And it's so good to be [D7]back home a[G7]gain   
[C]Not much left but the floor
Nothing [F]lives here any[C]more
Just a memory of a [G7]coal miner's [C]daughter


Well I was born a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the family coal mine
All day long in the field a-hoin' corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
Read the Bible by the coal oil light
And everything would start all over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain there was no need
She'd smile in Mommy's understanding way

In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear
But in the winter time we'd all get a brand new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made from sellin' a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere

Yeah I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
I remember well the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
I never thought I'd ever leave Butcher Holler

Well a lot of things have changed since way back then
And it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor
Nothing lives here anymore
Just a memory of a coal miner's daughter

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